Fallen Light

If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.

We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.

(Pablo Neruda, from The Sea And The Bells)

Squall line over Olympic Peninsula

On a spiritual level, I know that the truth cannot be that one group of people is all one thing and another group another. That what we fear in others is what we fear in ourselves. However, that does not stop my knee-jerk reaction of wanting to join the ranks of those who crashed the Canadian Immigration server last night. If too many of us leave in fear, what will the United States be?

“To all the little girls who are watching this: Never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.” ~ Hillary Clinton, Concession Speech

As a parent of a young, brilliant woman coming into her own power, I want to mark my gratitude for the above words that brought me to tears, if only to know that someone in leadership honors this truth.

My entire being felt like it does now only one other time in my life. Today I recognize the sluggishness, that sense of shock, that pure exhaustion when I was told the words: “Your child has cancer.” America is clearly not all well, but we will continue forward.

What helped me then was forced self-care even when I didn’t feel like it, nurturing from the natural world, and outpouring of support from complete strangers and family alike. We will make it through whatever pain lies ahead by loving ourselves and others in whatever ways we can, large and small and by not skimping on inspiration wherever we find it.

This was forwarded to me and resonates for this moment.

“And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.”

― Howard Zinn

 

 

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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